Samueldpoetry was born Enunwa Chukwudinma S. a masters chess player. An author of so many poems. He has presented his 345poet poetic craft in many gatherings and occasions. He a member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) He authored How Love Is Treated, Eldorado of Contemporary Literature, CHRISACEDARUTH [The Long Awaited] which happens to be his latest book which the ebook is available online. I love to know you're here but if you dont like my face then frowning cant make me look better; please, take me as I am. Visit http://samuelenunwa.blogspot.com for more.

Mention mining sites,
I’ve never been there before
Mention Dubai,
I’ve never been there before
even under water world
where people watch water creatures
through a monster glass,
I’ve never been there as well

I’ve never sniff cocaine before
I’ve never shot ak-47 rifle
I’ve never crammed psalm 2:11
I’ve never double dated before

I’ve never dated a chinese girl
I’ve never acted a threesome sex
and none of my exes are royal blood

And when we hit my dark lonely room
complains of our deviant acts
they’ll be complaining
but when we do right
no one remembers when we do wrong
no one forgets;
we’re in love for God sake!
I’m only imagining

When the spirit of Rockefeller fell on Bill Gate, he embarked on Microsoft. When the spirit of Samuel Taylor Coleridge visited me was the day I started this 2532line poem; here is part of it.

“I’m glad, I can be heard.
Journey of over thousand
years, this’ how it started.
The sun over our heads
was nothing but fire red
hotter than hell was said
to be. Maize, maize bread
living and unbeheaded
sheep tied to many sheds;
beans, rice and the grinded
millet, meat and wheat bread
and oil and salt and grinded
melons and peppers and beheaded
fowls and cows and
goats while fishes waited
the carefully painted
wares while baskets held
the edible vegetables and
fruits freshly harvested
walnuts, walnuts coconuts and
groundnuts wedded
several painted
baskets plus things unsaid
I swear, no assorted
foods were marketed
farmers carried their harvested
produces on their heads
traders were sugar quoted
shouting! shouting! under their sheds and
everywhere noise was heard
from traders to traded
from chickens to sheep herds
babies crying to be fed
children playing under sheds
everywhere neatly was weeded
under shed I waited
tiny grasses excluded
huts were thatched
well water and water wells were well treated.
No need for quards.
Immoralities were never heard
and peace and
happiness lived and fed
in the tiny village of Vineamed.”